Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't know.
- Is this what you saw? - Yeah, that's it.
Bloody hell. What'd you do that for?
Demons in the woods? Time going wonky? They won't believe you.
We're on the lam. It's not like we have a choice.
I have to go to the police.
Buffy.
Tara. What are you doing here?
Well, I haven't seen her since last night. She's not around much these days.
Do you even like me?
- Come share in the joy of our groove thing. - And despite that, I succumb to the beat.
The way they would look at me. I just couldn't...
The wind-up slut you tinkered together?
OK. Does that line usually wor...?
- There's a monkey problem? - Only if you don't stretch first.
- Again. - I love you, Master.
She was probably dead long before you stumbled across her.
What? We don't have a thing. We have this.
OK. So I've made a few mistakes.
Can you walk? Are you hurt?
We stick to the plan.
Why do I let Spike do those things to me?
Everything Mom was.
But don't worry. You can play with her all you want.
Well, I ate a decorator once.
- I'll show them. - Show them what?
Shifting you out of... from where you were,
- Is there singing? Are we singing again? - No. Just the dancin'.
- No. - If we go to the police now...
Cute?
- So that's why time went all "David Lynch"? - Right.
Maybe a spell. Can you teleport it outta here?
- Excuse me. I need to... - I'll be with you in a sec.
What did you do, Buffy? What did you do, Buffy?
localised temporal disturbance.
You always hurt the one you love, pet.